Happy July 1, everyone! That means I have just 22 days remaining of my Army training [insert here: Bill Murray saying "Aaaaaaaaaaarmy training, sir!"], and then I pack up my duffel bag, my backpack, and my husband and head off to sweet home Chicago [insert The Blues Brothers singing "Sweet Home Chicago"]. There won't be much time to relax, I'm afraid. We only have 7 days of leave (which include the days we spend travelling to and from Chicago). Two of them are going to be spent at two family parties thrown in our honor (one formal, one not so much). And the rest of the time . . . oh the rest of the time, friends. The rest of the time will be spent eating. Hot dogs from Portillo's. Pizza from Gino's. Three layer fries and chocolate banana shakes from Paradise Pup. Corned beef from Dad's hands. Garlic mashed potatoes from my brother's. A big ass bag of fried shrimp from Hagen's. Kevin and I are going to show up at Fort Hood looking like the fat guy from Seven that was forced to eat spaghetti until he died. Yes, we'll have to pack in a lot of appointments to visit with family and friends during those few days, but they will simply have to agree to meet us for breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner, dessert, and midnight snack. We have a lot culinary ground to cover, see.
Texas is an interesting place. The local food is good, especially if you like sweet tea (I do, Kevin doesn't), but I never realized how spoiled I was until I had to leave the comfort of the third largest city in the US. I miss a lot of things about the greater Chicagoland area (the Brown Line, Wrigley Field, the constant O'Hare noise, even the trains!), but none as much as the convenience of having food as delicious as it is cheap no more than 10 minutes away in all directions.
20 if you get caught by a train.
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